Dizziness washed through him. Gavin’s death was more shocking to him than what had come before. His half-brother. His mother’s precious, favorite son. Dead. A competing jumble of emotions snarled in his gut. He waited for the sorrow, the gut-punch of grief. It didn’t come. He knew how he should feel. He should be weak-kneed, overcome with horror and loss. He felt none of those things. Numbness spread through his body. Maybe it was shock. Maybe it was something else. His older brother had cast a large and ominous shadow. He’d always seemed larger than life. Too evil to die.
